W o r d J u n k

An Open Letter to the WORLD

Sweet earth we live on.  You are humble and kind but you are quite ambivalent and cruel as well.  You’re full of emotion and of knowledge and your use of it is sometimes for better and others for worse. 

Your children need you, but you’re tired and weary.  They are confused and they know not what they do nor who to be at all times.  If I could impart my years of wisdom and experience whilst travailing through the public school system I would.  I would lend my spirit to anyone who was tormented for being different or for those searching for an identity.  I would give them my fury and my strength so that they may conquer the pettiness and intolerance.  Yes World, some of your sons and daughters are stubborn and remain belligerent - yet there is hope.  For every confused child there are at least countless others being born who undoubtedly grow up and become otherwise reasonable and understanding human beings. You never promised we’d be perfect but for that I don’t begrudge you. It is a double-edged sword bestowing us with both massive diversity and also debilitating cruelty and baseness. 

So World you are not so different in your vast seas and dark forests.  You have knocked your wee chicks from the nest and as much as it may pain you to see us struggle to sustain ourselves in our high perches and complexity, you remain impartial and give and take from us in the wisdom only you understand.  The wisdom of chaos.  That is why we cling to our order, and the sanity we have established, it is all that we know.

But each day another person cracks because they can’t take sanity. Each day another person discovers a little something more of what they’re made of.  And each day a new person will embrace the chaos you have inscribed deep within them.  At the end of each and every day a person dances to a song only they can hear while bystanders watch indignant and afraid.  We are afraid, World.  We are frightened children clinging to each other and we do not know how to go on but we are doing what we can.  And that’s good enough

Sincerely your friend,

S.S.

P.S.

May the lost become found, as may the world turn ‘round.